25 December 2009

Slipping

Slipping

The wind cries its immortal sighs.
It taunts my aching soul.
The wind cries its immortal sighs.
Your screaming takes its toll.

A restful sleep beckons me.
Your image haunts my dreams.
A restful sleep beckons me.
Nothing is as it seems.

This terrible lie is discovered.
I don’t know how to move.
This terrible lie is discovered.
I’ve nothing left to prove.

I cannot let you in again.
You tell me that you’re dying.
I’ve just begun to live, and then
You tell me that you’re dying.

I’m begging you to let me go.
I've begun to waste away.
You’re not here to help me, so
I've begun to waste away.

Now the dream is over.
I’ve lost my dearest friend.
Now the dream is over.
It all comes to an end.

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